Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.